Archive for September, 2007

Made it!

Hot damn, Y’all!  I’m here in one piece and after a minor panic attack where I thought I had lost the power cord to my computer (when, in actuality, I had just kept it in my car in the mythical “safe place” so that I wouldn’t lose it.  Then, in entirely typical fashion, I promptly lost it) I am finally back online.

Dear God how I missed all of my made-up computer friends.

Ummm…what can I say?  It’s weird here.  The leaves are different colors.  It isn’t nine million degrees and so humid that you get water up your nose everytime you breathe.  It is, however, absolutely gorgeous.   There is a constant cool breeze.  It isn’t crisp yet, but I can feel it hovering just behind the wind.  Of course, today there are “record breaking” temperatures of 90 degrees.  But I have to say, 90 degrees with low humidity and a constant breeze is spec-freaking-tacular.  Everyone around here is clearly suffering and they all look visibily wilted, but I’m more comfortable than I have been in months.

It isn’t cold at night yet, either.  It’s cool, but not even enough to put an extra blanket on the bed.  We’ve slept with the windows open every night, and you can hear the leaves rustling all night long.  There aren’t sirens or horns or random people yelling right outside of my window at midnight.   I can hear crickets chirping.  I had forgotten how magnificent it is to live outside of a city.

I’ve been doing a tremendous amount of driving aimlessly, trying to memorize the roads.  It’s somewhat hard to find landmarks when you are driving down endless stretches of curvy, wooded, New England road.   Telling someone “I’m right next to the stone wall outside of the 18th century farmhouse with the cranberry bog” just about narrows it down to Massachusetts.   I know I’ll get immune to the beauty eventually, because I did in Charleston, but at this point I’m still having to concentrate really hard to keep from running off the road while I crane my neck to see some perfect little cottage.

I did experience a moment of perfect familiarity today when I walked into a Target that was laid out exactly like the one in charleston.  Aisle by aisle.  It was kinda creepy, especially when I noticed everyone talking funny.  It was like that episode of the twilight zone where that woman is having surgery to correct her deformity, and when they take off the bandages she’s a beautiful woman and all of her doctors are walking monstrosities.  They all sound so weird!  Can’t they hear themselves ?  I was spoiled, because Pete’s parents have really light accents, and he and his sister don’t have any at all, but the rest of the people around here are like parodies.   It is going to take a lot of getting used to for that to sound normal to my ears.

So far no one has commented on my accent, but I’m concentrating really hard on not letting any “oh mah god, y’alls!” out.  It’s tough, I tell you!  I did notice the woman behind me at the grocery store giving me the surprised stare when she heard me talking to the checkout girl, but I’m not sure if that was because of my accent or my staggering beauty (ha!).

We haven’t really done anything exciting or New Englandy yet, since Pete has been working and I’ve been spending all of my energy on memorizing the cable channels and sitting on the basement floor watching the new front-loading washer work (I wish I was kidding about this.  It is mesmerizing).  However, on Saturday his school is having a fall festival (cute!) and he has to sit in the dunking booth so you can bet your southern accents I’ll be there to see that.  Those kids are going to destroy him.  I imagine there will be much wholesomeness and fallish activity.  We’re also going to a pumpkin patch to pick our jack o lanterns sometime next week, which is making me have fits of excitement.

(And as I was just writing that, Pete called to tell me that he would be home early.  He was supposed to have a soccer game today [he coaches] but the game got cancelled because, are you ready for it, it was “too hot.”  Oh dear mary mother of god that is funny.  My stomach is cramping from laughing so hard.)

And now I need to go!  Because I have to get ready for dinner.  We’re going to to celebrate the 25th anniversary of my auspicious birth, which is today.  I am one-quarter century old, and a new-found yankee.

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not dead!

Me, or the blog.  I’m predictably busy and borderline psychotic.  Why in the hell did I think it was a good idea to give my last day at work only TWO days before I was moving?  That gives me almost no cushion time to frantically pack at the last minute.  Instead, I’m staying up till 3 AM packing, then getting up and going to work early and busting ass all day to try and get things settled here, then I go home and start packing again.

I am no fun right now.   And also:  No blogging!  (clearly)

But, I swear my blog isn’t dying.  Once I get there (ON SUNDAY OH MY HOLY FREAKING SHIT), I will hopefully get this back up and going and I’ll be funny and witty and charming and I won’t be writing every day about how coooooold it is or how sick I am of painting or how stressed I am that I STILL DON’T HAVE A JOB.

(Oh, hi there pretty, pretty blog reader.  Do you live in Massachusetts and want to pay me to do something historical?  I can do it!  I’m you’re girl.  Only please don’t make me come to work when it is snowing/icy/sleeting/hailing/frozen, ok?  And also, I’d really like health insurance and 8 weeks of vacation.  And just for the record, there are people out there who actually get 8 weeks of vacation a year [My MOTHER!] [no, seriously, she actually gets EIGHT WEEKS OF VACATION])

I hope you didn’t actually believe that previous statement about me not writing about cold weather.  Because did you know that it is cold in Massachusetts?  The low today is 47 goddamn degrees.  In September.  Forty Seven degrees is cold to me.  Really cold.  And it is only September.
(I’m going to die)

So stay tuned!

(To see me dying!)

I’ll be back next week, hopefully gainfully employed and not murdering my boyfriend so that I can crawl inside of his carcass to stay warm.  Ummmm…yikes.  Sorry about that horrifying image.  Turns out that is only funny if you are talking about yaks or something.   I told you I was borderline psychotic.

If this is “low pressure” why is it stressing me out so much?

Ah, shit. This is starting to look worse and worse:

Two days ago, only one of those paths was even coming close to SC. Please follow light blue! Please follow light blue!

More info and maps on Brian’s Blog

This and that

What I’ve done recently:

-Found some goddamn boxes.  FINALLY.  I must thank my friend Mike (or Wildlife Mike or Cooter [hahahah] as he is occasionally known) for using his truck to haul myself, Leezle, and 40 boxes pilfered off King Street back to our house.  Bonus points because this was done at midnight on Saturday, after we watched Auburn beat Kansas State.  War Eagle.

-Packed said boxes.  And a lot of them.  I’ve packed up almost all of my books now and a lot of the decorative stuff.  I’ve also packed most of my clothes.  There were a couple of moments where I stared at my closet for 5 minutes thinking to myself, “should I pack this dress to send with the movers or put it in a suitcase?  Is there a possibility I will need this faux-fur shrug at some point?  I haven’t worn these shoes in a year, but what if I decided I need them two days after I move and my stuff hasn’t been delivered yet.  These decisions I have to make, people, they are taxing.  My life is really, really difficult.

-Realized that despite packing a lot of stuff, it hardly looks like I have made a dent in my collection of crap that I don’t need.  I have, however, made 2 trips to Goodwill and have another pile already forming.  Why do I have 7 beach bags when I hate to go to the beach?

-Cried for a little bit when how much I still have to do actually hit me.  And maybe felt a little sick to my stomach.

-Cursed violently when I saw on the news that a “low pressure system likely to become tropical” is sitting pretty right off the SC coast.  I have moved 3 times since I have been in Charleston.  Twice those moves have coincided with either a tropical storm or a category 1 hurricane.  I do not want this to happen again, but I don’t think my luck will hold.

-Bought a Kitchen Aid stand mixer!  This one, in fact.  Which for some inexplicable reason was on sale for $99 yesterday.  Now that is a damn deal, especially since Pete and I waxed poetically about two weeks ago about how we both wanted one so bad but probably wouldn’t be able to get one because they are very expensive.  I figured this would make a wonderful housewarming gift.  Especially since I get to use it too!  I’m going to be a bread making fool.